Look for the light and you'll often find it look for the dark and it's all you will ever see
I am forever grateful that I now have a central line. But my stomach still drops when hearing the words 'blood draw'. And while I look calm and collected, I am fending off a full scale panic attack as the nurses try again and again to get an IV started. Now, I have been poked… Continue reading Find Me in the Ashes
Living with chronic illness suck butts. There I said it. It's hard, hurts, and is generally hell. In this post I will describe some losses and thing spoonies will tend to grieve as a way for friends and family to get some insight into what we have to experience in our journey. And for us… Continue reading The Major Losses Of Living With Chronic Illness
Because we met online in NO way invalidates our friendship. Please, spare me the speech on how there are "middle aged men posing as teenagers" out there trying to exploit young girls. I'm a big girl now, I can judge and rationalize and determine the difference between a spam account and a farm girl from… Continue reading A Necessity In A Life With Chronic Illness
It is now exactly a month until I will be going under the knife for the first time. Thirty days from now, on April 9th, I will be waking up with some new hardware in my body. I will have a titanium bar in my chest as a means of correcting my pectus excavatum, a… Continue reading The Countdown Begins
The Chronic Typist 